De Retour

And so to Saint Brieuc... And away from the muddy Thames... And the return to Paris after what often felt like exile. Don't get me wrong, the year was fine and all. But back home now among the boulevards. This presence even of the word "home", this little lighthouse, calling for a decade of more, revolving its steady beacon, cooing sirenesque...
Note The Newer Metaphysicals has changed. Change is a fine thing
I'll try to end the silence then... After so many months.